Sugar Shack on Mama's Day

My mom's boyfriend, Tim, was in town for Mother's Day weekend. I subjected him to Friday night karaoke and forced both him and my mom (after a few beers of course) to sing. For a couple of physicists they were surprisingly easy to get up on the stage. I'm not saying they were the greatest singers in the world but I was impressed with both their singing and confidence.

Tim had a flight out on Sunday afternoon so my mom decided that we would stop for lunch in a little town on the way to Rapid City. When I say a little town I'm talking one gas station, two cafes and I giant two story rocking chair. I really don't even know if it is a real town it just may be a scattering of random houses and a roadside stop.

The place that my mom wanted to eat at was closed. Apparently they serve fresh trout straight off the river. Instead of trout, we got the Sugar Shack. The place was pretty packed. It's probably the only place around to eat out on Sundays. We'd been on the road and I had to go to the restroom. As I'm doing my thing I can hear every word in the restaurant upstairs and I could see people walking above me. Not my favorite restroom experience.

The other thing of note about the Sugar Shack is that the owner is a really big Dale Earnhart, Jr. fan. I mean really big. EVERYTHING in the place was decorated in a Dale Earnhart, Jr pattern (number 88 by the way), even the curtains.